I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Monday, May 05, 2014

Will You Remember Me?

The door just closed and I already miss youAs the car drives away, I stay with youI will always be with you.Will you remember me as I remember you?In the feel of a hand that brushes against yours,in the pair of thick dark eyebrowsin the pop of a corkin a glass of wine.In the walks in the sunset and the rush of the City.In the beaches we knew and the stories we toldIn a smile, in a tearin the next person who loves youI'll be with youand you'll remember meas I remember you.

What I write – Why I write
I write about life
About running,
About my impressions.
I’d like to call my writing
Impressionism.

All I write will be shaded
By my ideology
And I can not pretend
To be phonily neutral
For no one can be

I write because it is free.
Because it’s not censored
And
Because it is I

I write about my experience
and my observations of others
What I have felt
And what I could have felt

I write about my feelings of today,
The people in my life now and
The ones in my life yesterday
However many years ago.
I can write the feelings
of twenty years ago
With the same intensity
that I would have back then.

Bear with me
For what is life but
a long string of events
All affecting one another